Archive for the ‘It’s All Grist’ Tag

In a weird twist my brother has discovered the internet and uploaded some old Antiques Roadshow footage here of me doing Just Like Kurt. Actually I don’t think it’s that old cos I’m guessing it’s me supporting Steve Mason at The Haymakers when he described me as an old man in a pub or something and Simon Baker paid me in Guinness. I wrote about it elsewhere on these pages somewhere…

There’s not many British eccentrics as wonderful and awe-inspiringly mad as our Pete Um. His scattershot irreverent prose, weirdo-raps and surrealist sound-sculptures are pretty distinctive, I feel, and have a place in the marginal DIY art performance world inhabited by anyone from Ergo Phizmiz to Felix Kubin or The Rebel. I cannot easily start dissecting this gibbering new record of his. It’s like trying to psycho-analyse what goes on in David Shrigley’s head but with more LSD and gleeful irrelevance involved thus making the task a head-hurtingly impossible one.

This crazy man produces ace junk shop electronic pop/cabaret gems with more life, humour and imagination than is decent for such an endeavour, he really doesn’t give a fuck, man and I love him a great deal! I wonder if there is actually a book around in the inky-sphere with some of his writings in, he never floods his music with too many syllables and seemingly ad-libs, mutters, croons or freestyles rather than merely narrating. From lo-fi hobo gutter grooves to sinister, warped Jam-like head-fuckery, this is one mentalist journey that will leave you some place between delighted, terrified and perplexed.

Been posting a lot of stuf on my Tumblr thing recently, seduced by the simplicity of uploading or linking to pictures/video/text and especially the 1-audio-track-a-day allowance. I’ve just written a thing about a new track I did using the AdrenaLinn 11 (beat-synched filter FX amp-modeling drum box), which is one of these:

Yeah, Tumblr’s pretty cool, but no-one seems to use it yet. With this kind of net tech stuff I’m always sandwiched in the middle between the cool early-adopters who are pioneers of the form’s use and the lumpen mass of who finally get into it and then baubs on about it when it’s crushingly mainstream. And at that point, I’ll shut up.